The puppet hanging on the eaves disappeared that night.
I heard a sound.
The movement was very light. He took off the puppet and left immediately without any pause or hesitation.
After dawn, cracks appeared on the talisman in the incense burner.
After the puppet was taken back last night, someone immediately cast a cracking spell.
It's a pity that the method was wrong and the crack was not successful, and it also caused collateral damage to the object that the puppet was suppressing.
I called Zhang Baoshan and asked him if there had been any progress in the investigation of the hospital where he had given him clues.
Zhang Baoshan obviously stayed up late again, yawned and said: "Those children were all born at Furen Hospital in Dao Er District, but that hospital was invested and run by Taiwanese businessmen. It doesn't have anything good. It's hard to check too closely. I can't check their birth records, so I'm going to see if the anti-trafficking task force can catch anything."
For me, knowing which hospital it is is enough.
After hanging up the phone, I stayed at my residence all morning as usual, and still went out for a walk in the afternoon.
Before going out, I found He Qiangbing and told him that I would go to Falin Temple to help him solve the problem of apprenticeship. I would not come back to stay tonight and asked him to sleep at my place at night and help me look after the house.
He Qiangbing happily agreed.
Falin Temple is not only a famous temple, but also a famous scenic spot. It is popular with tourists all year round. The temple sells souvenirs, incense candles, Buddhist beads and other shops that are also very prosperous.
But this prosperity has only lasted four years.
Although it was also a famous temple in the past, it was very poor in terms of tourism.
Although Abbot Xinzheng is proficient in Buddhism, he is not very good at business. He just promotes Buddhism and does Buddhist things honestly.
Until four years ago, the marketing of Falin Temple suddenly became full of tricks. Not only were various legends and stories about Falin Temple spread everywhere, but promotional videos were also made and broadcast on TV stations, which suddenly raised Falin Temple to the same level as Shaolin Temple. high.
Not only that, the monks in the temple have also become enlightened. They no longer only know how to chant sutras, but also start telling fortunes, divination, dream interpretation, and fortune-telling. They also use countless methods such as offering everlasting lanterns and placing blessing cards.
In fact, fortune-telling by monks is not a serious job, but ordinary people just fall in love with it. In addition, there are always rumors that the fortune-telling monks of Falin Temple are particularly accurate and the Bodhisattvas are particularly efficacious. The number of tourists is increasing day by day, and not only are they flat-headed Common people and all kinds of powerful and wealthy people also came to visit.
For this reason, Falin Temple also imitated Shaolin Temple and set up a tourism company to run this Buddhist holy place as a business.
It is a coincidence that the two eminent monks in Falin Temple who are as famous as Abbot Xinzheng, Daozheng and Fazheng, both came to Falin Temple four years ago to register.
You can find out these things by talking to the retired old man on the street.
I first walked around the Falin Temple, and like other tourists, I burned incense in front of the Main Hall.
Here you can only use the incense sold in the temple, which is said to have been consecrated by masters chanting sutras. Only the Buddha likes it. You are not allowed to use incense outside that has not been consecrated.
A stick of incense costs fifty yuan.
What a good deal.
I visited the temple and offered incense, but I didn’t see either Dao Zheng or Dharma Zheng.
These two eminent monks now only receive important guests, and other ordinary pilgrims and tourists are received by their disciples.
I met with a direct disciple of Master Fa Zheng. I deliberately looked sad and kept asking about my financial situation. Even if the monk said that my business was not going well, I might lose money in the near future.
After a few words, I confirmed my inference and felt confident. I stopped nagging the monk and followed his words with a few compliments, showing that I had completely thought it over and making the monk happy. Not only did they not ask for fortune telling money, but they also gave me a string of beads.
After coming out of Falin Temple, I walked around twice on the commercial street below. I went into every store, chatted with the clerk, bought some more things, looked at a few hotels nearby, and finally found a location. The one who was a little down stopped.
When the shops began to close in the evening, I changed my clothes, briefly disguised my face, and came to a Buddhist shop called Baoxiang.
This store is not big, with two floors. The first floor sells goods and the second floor is occupied. There weren't many Buddhist products on display in the store, they were all imported goods with no special features at all, and the prices were no cheaper than those in big stores, so the business was very deserted.
The boss is a woman from out of town. She has been running this shop here for four years. Although the business is not good, she has persisted. She only hired one clerk to look after the shop during the day and lived here to look after the shop at night.
I stayed nearby for a short time when I saw the female boss returning with wine, food and cooked food.
The female boss was about thirty years old and very charming. She wore a fur skirt that highlighted her figure, and she obviously had light makeup on her face.
When she entered the store, she immediately sent the clerk to get off work and close the shop.
At this time, there were still a few tourists wandering around on the street, and at least half of the shops were open.
I went around to the back of the store and found a corner to squat.
When it was completely dark, I saw a person sneaking up to the back door, took out the key, opened the door and got in.
I immediately climbed up to the second floor.
The curtains on the second floor have been drawn, covering them tightly, not allowing any light at all.
I hooked my feet on the eaves and hung upside down outside the window. I took out a piece of wire and stuffed it through the crack in the window. I opened a small crack in the curtain and peeked inside.
A table was placed in the center of the room, filled with dishes, and the wine was already hot.
The female boss was sitting boredly at the table playing with her nails.
There was a soft knock on the door, and the man just pushed the door open and entered the house.
The female boss showed surprise and rushed forward to give him a big hug and a long kiss.
The two of them kissed so hard that they didn't break apart for more than a minute, breathing heavily from their noses and eyes.
Seeing that the kiss wasn't enough, he started to pull off his clothes.
You pull something on me, and I pull something on you, and the pulling is full of passion.
The female boss pulled off the man's hat and threw it aside, revealing a shiny bald head. The two rows of ring scars were particularly eye-catching under the light.
I tapped on the windowpane.
The two of them immediately separated like frightened grasshoppers and looked toward the window warily.
The bald monk put his hand on his lower back and asked in a low voice: "Who?"
I pushed open the window, lifted the curtains, and slipped in through the crack. I still covered myself tightly with my backhand, and then I gave the monk a fist.
"It's a good deal at the palm point. One slap from Xiao Sheng'er will kill you all over the pot."
The monk squinted at me and slowly smiled.
"It's easy to say, it's just a nibble. Since we are brothers, why don't you sit down and take a sip?"
The female boss stepped over to the table and pulled up a chair.
I stood in front of the window without moving and said, "If you're floating in the water, please borrow a bridge. It's hard to sip this mountain. If you're in the palm of your hand, please open your mouth."
The monk was still smiling and said, "It is not easy to build a big province. We need to build a pot to eat for a long time and cross the stone bridge to see what it means. You can't walk on a single wooden pole."
As he spoke, he put his hands on his lower back and did not move.
